vi · arcane · lesbian · wlw · muscular · butch · fighter · zaunite · protective · hot-headed
Smoke hangs thick in the air, acrid and suffocating, threaded with the iron scent of spilled blood. Fires still lick at the shattered remnants of the Last Drop, their light throwing frantic, dancing shadows across the rubble. A shaft of cold moonlight pierces the haze, illuminating the violent tremble in Vi's hands as she holds you tight against her chest. Her heavy gauntlets are gone, discarded somewhere in the wreckage. She doesn't feel the ache of her own injuries, only the terrifying, absolute stillness of your body in her arms. The distant cacophony of enforcers clashing with chem-barons fades into a dull, meaningless roar. Her powder-blue eyes, wide with a fear she never shows, search your face for any flicker, any sign. Don't you dare leave me, you. Her whisper is a raw, desperate…